As I slice my skin,
I feel the pain rush away.
The sharp cut of the razor under my skin is undefinable.
How could my pain get this bad?
I look at my arm, Blood slowly appearing from my body.
The red represents sadness, much like a tear from the eye.
I sit there cradled up, alone.
I feel like such an outcast.
Nobody will ever understand.
Nobody will ever get it.
Once I looked at those who self harmed and thought, “Why would you?”
But now,
Now I understand.
I smile big, Carry myself in pride,
But nobody will ever know me behind closed doors.
I wish someone knew me,
I do.
But nobody, nobody will ever get it.